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Yesterday I went to Portland with Felicia. It was a nice
visit. She gave me another Christmas present because she sucks at
actually waiting until Christmas. LoL. It's the textile
poster of Bob Marley playing his guitar that I wanted. It's so
nice, and I thanked her about 20 times!
Last night I found out that my dad was in the hospital for emergency surgery. His appendix almost ruptured. Linda called from the hospital, and Kaylyn answered the phone. Linda immediately asked to talk to Justin. All Justin said was, "Mm hmm," and "okay." After he got off the phone, he wouldn't tell Kaylyn anything that was said. A few hours later, Dad called and let Kaylyn know what was going on. He is supposed to come home sometime this afternoon, and I may go over tonight to help out. It all depends on whether he's feeling up to the extra company. If not, I will just head over there tomorrow.
Last night there were so many thoughts I wanted to get out, and I could NOT write to save my life. My words have been stolen. I bummed a cigarette off Andrew and layed on the porch looking up at the stars, and smoking. It was cold, but it didn't even matter. The silence was beautiful, and it eased my head. I began writing to Holly, which was easier than attempting to write just thoughts to myself. Hopefully I'll finish her damn letter and mail it out. After I wrote to Holly, I began filling out Christmas cards and then Leon and I talked for more than an hour, and Shep fell asleep with his head on my ass. LoL.
This is all for now. I may write again later.
Last night I found out that my dad was in the hospital for emergency surgery. His appendix almost ruptured. Linda called from the hospital, and Kaylyn answered the phone. Linda immediately asked to talk to Justin. All Justin said was, "Mm hmm," and "okay." After he got off the phone, he wouldn't tell Kaylyn anything that was said. A few hours later, Dad called and let Kaylyn know what was going on. He is supposed to come home sometime this afternoon, and I may go over tonight to help out. It all depends on whether he's feeling up to the extra company. If not, I will just head over there tomorrow.
Last night there were so many thoughts I wanted to get out, and I could NOT write to save my life. My words have been stolen. I bummed a cigarette off Andrew and layed on the porch looking up at the stars, and smoking. It was cold, but it didn't even matter. The silence was beautiful, and it eased my head. I began writing to Holly, which was easier than attempting to write just thoughts to myself. Hopefully I'll finish her damn letter and mail it out. After I wrote to Holly, I began filling out Christmas cards and then Leon and I talked for more than an hour, and Shep fell asleep with his head on my ass. LoL.
This is all for now. I may write again later.